My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet - Chapter 233
The candlelight was dim.
The shadow opened, blooming beautifully in the room like a black thorn flower.
Fujiwara Hoshizora stretched out his hand and poked while the shadow was covering him.
Selti’s body, who was still waiting on the wall, was suddenly excited, and then Fujiwara Star heard the body’s shy voice.
“I’m working, so I can’t stop playing!”
“Um… I’m sorry, this is too comfortable.” Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled without a hint of apology, “It feels like it has entered Selti’s body.”
“Then you can wait for the work to be completed…”
“Selti can say such a delightful thing…Come on, let’s have a good time and mutter…”
A piece of the shadow bulged out and directly blocked Fujiwara Star’s mouth.
“Um~~ So soft!”
Fujiwara Starry sky licked a few times, “Let’s go, go to the courtyard and have a look first.”
The world outside the door, unconsciously, the sound of rain has gradually silenced.
The vast dark pond is like a silver mirror.
Between the thick clouds, a hazy and bright moon loomed.
The wind and rain stopped, and the bright moon rendered sparse clouds, looking ethereal and ethereal. The soft moonlight shone on the courtyard after the rain, and the water drops on the leaves shone with faint silver brilliance.
Fujiwara Starry sky came to the small door full of creepers, his sight was very clear through the gap of the wooden door, and you could see the deep yard full of brightly colored flowers.
Those yellow, red, and blue flowers of various colors were in full bloom in the moonlight strangely.
Fujiwara Stars took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, and jumped into the wooden door.
There were gusts of moisture in the air and the smell of rotting corpses.
Those blooming flowers are creeping with a very small amplitude, making a slight rubbing sound.
In such a quiet night, any sound will be infinitely amplified. Fujiwara Xingkong’s heart sank, and under the flowers, he saw one after another dark and rotten corpses.
There was no soil at all, and the rhizomes of the flowers were all sucked and bound to these corpses.
When I looked at the flowers again, I could faintly see a faint black mist overflowing in the buds. The black mist drifted towards the room on the corridor as if being guided by some force.
These delicate flowers are so beautiful that they have absorbed the nourishment from the corpse. At the same time, these flowers expelled the hatred, fear and other negative emotions from the corpse, and led them into the room to accelerate the generation of urban legends.
Fujiwara Hoshizora sighed, his clenched fists trembled. He was not afraid, nor disgusted, but he felt an indescribable anger spread all over his body.
How many innocent people died in this yard?
The emotions were so depressed that there was nowhere to vent, and the boredom drove the Fujiwara Starry sky to look up at the sky. Just after it rained, there were not many clouds. A clear and bright moon, hanging lonely in the night sky.
Tomorrow, this bright moon will set and the sun will rise.
Life is the same, there are day and night, but not some people live under the sun all their lives, and some people have to live in the dark night.
Miss Milu, Ritsuko, Hanako, Sadako, Kayako…They all live in the dark night.
Fujiwara Hoshizora’s chest agitation was extremely violent, he took a few deep breaths before he calmed down, went to the first room, and opened the door.
What I saw before my eyes was a platform at dusk.
The sun shone through the gaps in the opposite building, and the sky was rendered into a pink canvas.
Fujiwara Hoshizora stood in the crowd of people returning home, and in front of him stood a woman, a woman who seemed to have known each other.
She is slender, wearing a white one-piece dress and black high heels. Although Fujiwara Hoshizora couldn’t see her face, he still felt a kind of familiarity from her back.
In the setting sun, the railroad tracks were shining, and the woman’s slender legs were bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and her smooth nylon tights looked beautiful under the sunlight.
“The tram is about to enter the station. Please retreat and wait outside the yellow line.”
Broadcasting sounded from the loudspeaker, and an old tram approached with the sound of the brakes. When the first carriage entered the platform, someone suddenly pushed the woman.
That hand was pressed on the small buttocks wrapped in the pure white dress, and pushed towards the track…heavy.
“what!”
The woman wearing high heels instantly lost her balance, and then she fell below the platform.
Fujiwara Hoshizora saw her lower body lying between the two glittering railroad tracks, staring helplessly at the tram that was about to run over.
“Who will help me!”
She screamed and her eyes were full of fear, panic, and anger and hatred for the person who put her into desperation.
The starry sky of Fujiwara on the platform meets the eyes of the woman lying on the orbit. Her eyes seemed to say: “I know you pushed it.”
“Unforgivable.”
“I won’t forgive you.”
Fujiwara Star wanted to give her a hand, but it was too late.
“Do not!”
The woman’s screams resounded all around, and the green tram made a loud noise and ran over her.
The upper body is still intact, but the lower body has been cut off at the waist, a **** flesh.
Immediately afterwards, the tram disappeared and the crowd disappeared.
The woman on the orbit hasn’t died yet, but after suffering and torment, she has slowly turned into an inhuman existence.
She dragged her upper body with an elbow, climbed onto the platform from the orbit, and slowly crawled towards the Fujiwara starry sky.
When the vertebrae rubbed against the ground, the sound of “teke-teke” resounded throughout the platform.
The urban legend Miss Teke, the legend is that a woman accidentally fell off the platform while waiting for the tram, and was crushed in two by the oncoming tram. Her upper body became an urban legend wandering around.
Although she has no legs, Miss Teke moves very fast, and no one can escape from her within the rules.
So, if you hear Teke-Teke’s voice while walking at night, be sure not to look back and run away. The sooner the better, otherwise you will become a halfling like her when she gets close to you.
Looking at the half-length girl who was crawling towards him, Fujiwara Star squatted down and his eyes were level with her. He smiled and said, “Long time no see, Miss Teke.”
The picture stopped abruptly here.
In the next second, his gaze switched back to the platform at dusk.
Miss Teke was pushed off the platform again, and was crushed into two pieces again.
Fujiwara Stars watched in silence for a while, then turned and left.
The real Miss Teke had been sent away by him two years ago, and this Miss Teke, apparently Doko Ibaraki brought in a living person, and made her experience the pain that Miss Teke has experienced over and over again, hoping to take this opportunity again Generate the urban legend of Miss Teke.
Obviously, Miss Teke’s urban legend rules can no longer be generated, so this woman will continue to be tortured in this way forever.
Fujiwara Stars stiffened his cheeks and walked into the second room.
This is an ordinary two-story small detached house full of indescribable strange atmosphere.
A woman in a white dress took off her shoes from the hallway and hurried up the stairs.
Above the stairs, a middle-aged man with thinning hair greeted her with a smile.
Just when the woman had just climbed the stairs and walked to the place where the man was standing, the smiling man changed his face in an instant, turning his face faster than flipping a book. I really don’t know how he did it.
He lifted his right foot abruptly and kicked it on the chest of the woman in a white dress.
The kick was not so strong, but the kick caused the woman to lose her center of gravity, and flew out towards the back of the stairs.
The woman fell to the bottom of the stairs, and Fujiwara Hoshizora saw that her white skirt was stained with blood; her knee-length skirt was rolled to her thigh, her shiny silk stockings were torn apart, and her left foot was unnaturally twisted. , Probably has a fracture.
The woman was temporarily in a coma. The man carried the woman to the second floor, leaned her buttocks on the corner of the bed, tied her hands together behind her waist, and tied another rope to the foot of the bed.
After waking up, the woman saw the man’s full face and the utility knife in his hand.
In the next picture, Fujiwara Star couldn’t bear to watch. Knowing how Kayako had experienced it, he really didn’t have the courage to review it again.
Coming out of the second room, he leaned on the door for a while.
The silver-white moonlight spilled down in the small courtyard, all around silently, an inexplicable mystery condensed in the slightly flowing air, and the seemingly beautiful scene hides infinite murderous intent, as if suddenly there will be a blade flashing cold It’s like breaking the night.
“Fujiwara… are you okay?”
Selti’s worried voice was passed through the shadows.
Fujiwara Hoshizora rubbed his stiff cheeks and made himself laugh.
“Fortunately, Celti is an imported product, so you don’t have to go through so much torture like these local products.”
“They are so pathetic…”
“Yeah… If Seldi has experienced these things, then I will feel sad.”
A face turned inside the shadow and kissed him on the cheek.
Fujiwara Stars stretched out his hand and pushed open the third room.
Inside was a toilet, he shut himself in the toilet and waited.
After a while, a man in a red cloak passed a piece of yellow and red paper from under the door and asked him which color piece of paper he wanted.
Fujiwara Hoshizora replied, “I want you.”
The fourth room.
It was empty, only a large wooden cabinet was placed in the corner of the wall.
Fujiwara Hoshizori came to the side of the cabinet and moved the cabinet away forcefully.
In the gap between the cabinet and the corner, a woman with a disheveled hair seemed to be frightened and shrank behind the cabinet.
Then, seeming to be aware of something, she raised her head, her sullen eyes falling on him.
She still looks personal on the outside, but it is only on the outside, but on the inside it has nothing to do with people. It’s like a breathing puppet. No, it’s a living corpse.
Fujiwara Stars met her gaze and smiled softly, “My name is Fujiwara Stars, how about you?”
“Ah…ah…”
The woman opened her mouth and made irregular noises, like the neighing sound from the **** of a dying person, which was creepy.
Fujiwara Hoshizora took her hand, pulled her out of the gap in the cabinet, and embraced her.
“Let’s go home, Ritsuko.”
She was panting, her pale cheeks covered with crystal tears. Those were not tears of happiness, but a mixture of shock, pain, and sorrow. These emotions finally turned into tears of incomparable loneliness.
“Ah…ah…”
It was still a messy sorrow, but Fujiwara Hoshizora understood her meaning.
“It will be free soon…”
Fujiwara Hoshizora kissed her forehead, let go, and walked out of the room.
The night sky is clear and cloudless.
The damp moisture remains in the night air, penetrates into the skin, and does not feel sultry at all.
There seems to be no need to check the remaining rooms. I can’t know what’s in there.
Fujiwara Hoshizora stood in the corridor, his body trembling slightly.
I want to avenge them.
I want to stop Ibaraki’s evil deeds.
I want to do my best-even if I have only a meager effort, I want to protect everyone.
Fujiwara Star lowered his head and looked at his trembling fist. For a long time, he was very confused, not knowing what kind of life he should lead, and what attitude he should use to go to this world.
Now he has gradually found the best way of his own existence in the constant falling and constant rising.
Do what you think is right, and if you think there is a mistake, correct it.
In this world where reality is intertwined, it may be extremely difficult to do so. But there is no other way than to face it hard.
Wrong and wrong, how about getting hurt again and again?
There is no difficulty in this world that can’t go away. Get up again, think again, and start again to find your own answer.
“Huh~”
Fujiwara Star let out a long sigh of relief, his hands no longer trembling, and his body gradually relaxed.
He went to the middle of the courtyard, opened the package given by Shino Tomi Gate, and lifted the spiritual mirror into the air.
“Close the sanctuary, the evil spirits will dissipate-the seal of the Temple of Heaven!”
As the spell sounded, the mirror surface was shining in vain, and the light blue spiritual energy flowed, swirling in the air.
There was a faint light flashing in the sky, which was the light of four colors of black, blue, red, and white. In response to this, the surface of the mirror also showed yellow light.
The light of the five colors gradually dispersed, forming an enchantment, enclosing the entire small courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, Fujiwara Xingkong held the bronzing talisman with his fingers and threw it into the air.
“Temple of Heaven, seal it again! 』
A crack was torn in the sky, holy golden light fell from the sky, and all the objects within the enchantment area instantly burned.
Flowers, buildings, and corpses were all burning, and the flames shot straight into the sky. The crevices in the sky are also constantly falling fire rain, these fire rain drags a long tail, and drops endless flames to the ground.
Then, with a “boom”, a violent explosion swept the entire Yi Shui Garden.
…
After the light shining in the sky briefly rendered the darkness, a rain of fire began to fall on the sky.
Beside the red fire rain, the beautiful moonlight still hangs high.
When the explosion sounded, Ibaraki Doko was sitting on the mansion’s porch, calmly watching the fire not far away.
“Cheers!”
He held a wine glass ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and toasted a cup of bright moon, the aroma of the wine blended into the night silently.
“Master Ibaraki.”
In the courtyard, in a dark place that the moonlight could not touch, a voice called softly.
“Don’t you go take a look?”
“No, he will be here soon.” Ibaraki Doko smiled and brought the wine glass to his mouth.
In the depths of the courtyard, a faint worm sounded.
Fujiwara starry sky emerged from the flames.
He glanced at the small courtyard engulfed by fire for the last time, his cheeks were shining red, the night breeze came, and sparks scattered all over the sky. Fujiwara Hoshizora rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly and turned and walked into the night.
The insects do not stop, just like the last brilliant bloom in life, but it also means that the summer of Tokyo is about to come to an end.